Xephic Curse

*RIP Keket* · October 16, 2014, 12:56 PM

@Ankh

Keket had watched the circling seagulls from afar. Their annoying and persistent calls to each other, attempting to call claim over the washed up dead tuna. The Princess knew she was well fed, her able and supple body capable of providing ample food for her, whenever she desired. It seemed as if she didn't even need to put her mind to the disciplined carnage. Yet, the soon to be Queen passed by the scene, mildly disgusted with the simple minded creatures.

Keket passed on the sandy shores of the beach, her short obsidian pelt relishing in the glory of Ra, his warmth filling her to her dark core. The coarse tawny crystalline particulates snuggled between her calloused webbed paws, the folds accustomed to swimming in the sand, and though the heated grains seared, the miniscule pricks of fire brought the nostalgia of her homeland, and as a tribute to such, she proned her lithe form upon the sand, taking even breaths to relax herself from the days that passed, and from the days that were to come.

*Ankh* · October 19, 2014, 03:15 AM

Sorry, Xandir, my work schedule has picked up a bit and doesn't leave me with quite as much time to post. I didn't forget about ya, though...

There was a remarkable fascination with the coast that seemed to have overwhelmed the pale-coated male. He was a desert-dwelling creature, and Ankh had never found himself perplexed by the presence of water before, but in the Teekon territory, it was certainly an abundance. There was a small part of him that wished he would see Hatshepsut again near the edge of the water, but he had not been so lucky. She had been the first of the Egyptian people that he had encountered in his travels. It was even more uncommon that he would have met her so far away from where their people normally dwelled. Still, with her past, the Pharaoh was not altogether surprised that she had found herself roaming the desolate beaches and harsh geography of the wilds. She seemed to have a good sense about her, though, which had led him to believe that she was intelligent enough to tend to herself. Ankh could not help but to wish that he could see her again. However, he knew it to be a futile wish that was likely not to be granted before he found himself departing the Teekon Wilds in search of the chance to bear children and return to his kingdom in the sands.
The pale creature stepped slowly across the flowing sands. His lightly-colored gaze seemed to trail the edge of the water with a mild sense of interest. Ankh was in no hurry to make his way back to Osahar with the knowledge that Isis would be there, expecting of him… plotting against him. It was a disheartening thing to imagine that their father had passed in the Pharaoh’s travels, and that Osiris tended to his spirit. Still, such was life – and death – for the Egyptian wolves. They were not designed by their maker to pity those who had passed on to the next life, but to embrace it. The pallid Pharaoh could not help but feel a pang of loss for his father. While he would never admit to such faults, the emotion still plagued him from time to time.
Along his steady trek, Ankh found his champagne-colored gaze trailing to the figure of a dark woman who had settled herself into the sands. A frown creased his features and the wolfdog peered at her with a moment of curiosity. She appeared to be a rather ordinary creature, but even in her reclined position, she held herself with a posture that most would not. The Pharaoh closed some of the distance between the two of them before his mouth parted and he breathed in the sharp and salty sea air that seemed to surround everything in the area. Narrowing his brows, Ankh inquired of the female in a heavily accented voice, “you are not injured, are you?” The wilds were dangerous, and it would not be uncommon to come across the body of a wolf who had been taken by time or the harsh environments where they dwelled, but Ankh could smell life on the dark-furred woman. He simply did not understand what would have possessed her to recline in the soil by the ocean waters.

*RIP Keket* · (This post was last modified: October 21, 2014, 07:26 AM by RIP Keket.)

Quote: oh no it was no rush I just didn't know if the tag worked. .I apologise for the misunderstanding. ♥

The dark Queen regally lifted her head at the sound of footsteps, but at the accented voice, her amber irises widened from the familiarity. The vice could have been identical to every single family member she was bound to, and for a second, the runaway Queen was sure she had been caught. Yet she placed her gaze on that of a stunning and immaculately beautiful pale man. Broad shoulders, slim yet lean fit, and orbs the color of newborn sand, this figure questioned her on whether she had a bodily ailment, when the man himself, looked capable of healing her.

After catching her sharp witted tongue, the onyx responded, her own accent quite similar to his, laced her words.

"No, my body is fine. It is just my life, that is injured. "

Her coppery orbs fell into his, and swiftly she reeled thwm back to her commands, forcing them to state at the glistening waters before them.

*Ankh* · October 28, 2014, 11:16 PM

Nah! Don't apologize. <3

An injured life… what an odd remark. Ankh tilted his boxy head to one side with a thoughtful expression on his features. Not entirely sure what she could have meant by such a comment, the pallid male blinked at her several times before his lips parted to inquire on the statement. “How is it that a life could be injured when you are breathing, living, speaking?” he inquired with a careful tone. His voice was strangely dominant and yet formal, polite. This female spoke with an accent from his lands. He was not so used to the sound of words that fell from lips in a familiar pattern. Her pelt was dark and her eyes seemed to glint at him with a strange sense of mystery. Part of him did not imagine that she could survive in the heat that the Osahar desert provided, but perhaps it was not his desert that she had originated from. After all, the Pharaoh had already met another female of the Egyptian blood who called the Teekon wilderness her home. He had started to believe that – perhaps – this shadow of a she-wolf was from similar happenings.
The golden eyes of the female seemed to leave his face and return to where they had been previously locked: the rolling waves. Ankh followed the pointed figure of her muzzle out to the water’s edge and felt an overwhelming sense of being lost. It swelled in his chest and threatened to strangle the air from his throat, but the pallid creature held fast to his stoicism and turned instead to face the stranger once more. She was still a mystery to him; something to be solved. Blinking his pale eyes in her direction, the wolfdog lingered at his distance for several moments longer, waiting to see if she would turn to respond to him or if he had merely imagined the breath falling from her tongue in the first place. It would not have been the first time that the Gods had played such cruel tricks on the Pharaoh… it would not be the last.

*RIP Keket* · (This post was last modified: November 06, 2014, 07:52 PM by RIP Keket.)

Quote: I has returned! If there is am ending you want to come to this thread, feel free to let me know, I completely understand.

The Queen almost found herself submerged under the regal stare of the pure white pelted man. Just the deep tones of his words, the melody alone, was enough to send the dark girl a smile to the music.

"Life is short lived, yet everlasting, yes? Whether it be this life, or millions more to come to us, it will stay, even while we will not. "

Keket held her head high, and her lithe prone curvaceous body still.
The female had not forgotten the voices of her people, and the distinct accent in the man's words had given the girl a bit of familiar comfort in such a foreign land.

*Ankh* · November 08, 2014, 04:25 AM

Strange reply on my part! Sorry.

The female spoke of life as though it were a burden of sorts. Ankh could not help but to disagree with the prospects that she placed before him, only because it did not follow his beliefs. He, also, did not quite understand how a life-cycle that continued in other creatures after their death was something to be bothered by. She had spoken of her life being injured. He had inquired why this was the case. The answer was less than satisfactory for the pallid Pharaoh.
She was met with furrowed brows and a heavy – albeit thoughtful – frown from the male. “There is beauty in death,” he breathed after a moment or two. “Life would not be nearly as valuable without the inevitable end.” One could not know happiness without having experienced sorrow. By that same token, Ankh did not believe that creatures could appreciate their life without fearing death. The standards of the Egyptian wolfdog did not fully apply to the lesson he was hoping to share with the dark-furred female. For the Pharaoh, the fear of death was dampened by the belief in the afterlife. When his body decayed and his soul was taken from that earth, he was to live where kings dwelled. Until then, life was nothing more than a daily task.